On the second floor of Tianjiyuan, Shengwu Hall, after Feng Hao and his party walked in, a group of people followed them and almost filled the whole place, leaving everyone inside confused. I don't understand why there are so many people coming, and there are people in the other two prefectures.
However, soon, they all learned what happened from acquaintances, and they were immediately surprised.
A thousand credits bet, this is really a big gamble.
Moreover, what shocked them the most was that this new student actually proposed to defeat the enemy at the same level with one move.
If Feng Hao hadn't defeated Leng Heng, who possessed the Nine Nether Divine Body, with one strike in the Tianwu Field, everyone would have thought that he was overestimating his abilities.
But now, everything is hard to say, and no one can guess the final result.
Because of the commotion here, the people on the ring quickly came down, while Feng Hao and Leng Huan went to the registration office to register.
"Should gambling be allowed? Can gambling be allowed?"
Xie Yandong and Long Yueguan immediately started shouting, looking very interested.
We just doubled their credits. Why not earn credits that can be earned for free?
"It's time to bet. Leng Huan will pay one if he wins twenty, and one if the newcomer wins five."
After a while, the scene became noisy and noisy.
Although they felt that the odds were too low, Xie Yandong and others had no choice but to curse and place their bets.
After all, it’s given for free, so why not?
This time, everyone learned the lesson. They all bet on Feng Hao. Many people immediately bet on Feng Hao. On the contrary, Leng Huan's side was deserted. Even if The people from Jiuyou Mansion only placed a small symbolic bet, and no one placed a large bet.
Under this situation, the odds of direct betting changed again...
Leng Huan wins, pays one out of ten, and Feng Haosheng wins, pays one out of ten.
This result made Leng Huan, who was at the registration desk, look extremely ugly.
Could it be that I really couldn't resist this guy's move?
His teeth were almost broken, his eyes were filled with angry fire, and he secretly swore in his heart that he would make Feng Hao live and die.
"This junior brother, the master can really defeat Leng Huan with one move."
The two students who were treated by Feng Hao stood beside Long Yueguan and others and asked softly.
"hey-hey."
Long Yueguan grinned, Bai Sensen's teeth flashed with cold light, and said, "It's that kind of thing. Feng Xiaobao can shoot ten or a hundred of them without any problem."
Such nonsense immediately attracted the gloomy eyes of many Jiuyou Mansion students, staring at this kid very unkindly.
"What are you looking at? Do you need Grandpa Long to relax your muscles and bones?"
Long Yueguan was not afraid of them, he just widened his eyes and stared back one by one, his tone was very arrogant.
He doesn't know what tolerance means. For him, the more hostile people the better. As long as they are not people like Feng Hao who are too far apart, then there is no problem.
"snort."
Hums were heard everywhere, but no one answered now.
These people ignored him, naturally not because they were afraid of his strength, but because they were worried that Feng Hao would provoke them like this again, which would be a real loss of face.
Just like now, no matter whether he wins or loses, Leng Huan will be passed down as a laughing stock.
Soon, Feng Hao and Leng Huan entered the ring and stood facing each other, with a distance of about tens of meters between them.
"Don't be so nervous. I said, I will defeat you with one move. If you are not defeated, I will lose."
Feng Hao stretched his muscles slightly and said in a joking tone to Leng Huan, who was slowly gathering momentum across from him.
"Arrogant."
A flash of ice flashed in Leng Huan's eyes, and then, endless cold air spurted out from his body, as if he encountered a big avalanche. Visible to the naked eye, the atmospheric field like a wave moved towards The wind swept over, intending to crush it inside.
"Zhan Tian Jue."
Feng Hao's eyes suddenly condensed, and immediately, an extremely violent aura rushed out of his body. As a result, his eyes turned red, and he locked them like a wild beast staring at its prey. Leng Huan's mouth curved into a mocking smile.
"Rumble..."
As soon as his mind moved, the power of virtual martial arts surged up like a river, bursting out with bursts of thunder-like explosions. The momentum was so great that in an instant, it directly surpassed Leng Huan on the opposite side.
"Damn, how is this possible?"
Feeling the extremely strong pressure, a look of horror flashed through Leng Huan's ice-cold eyes.
He couldn't believe that Feng Hao's strength had increased several times for no reason, and his power alone had directly crushed his aura. "Could it be that he has been hiding his strength just now?"
Cold sweat oozed from his forehead and then slid down.
This kind of pressure told him that the person in front of him was definitely not someone he could resist.
Although the people under the ring did not have that immersive feeling, they could still see the difference.
Because, in the battle of auras, Leng Huan has already fallen behind.
A person of the sixth level of Mortal Saint, fighting with a person of the first level of Mortal Saint, actually lost to the opponent in terms of aura. This made them feel incredible. At the same time, they also understood that Feng Hao's Extraordinary.
He is definitely not as simple as he seems on the surface.
But at this time, Leng Huan had no choice but to bite the bullet. He couldn't just admit defeat under the pressure of his momentum.
"The Hell Heavenly Light Formation."
When he took action, he used his best defensive formation, and the threads connected him to form a hell-like space, covering him inside.
"Woooo..."
Inside, the ghostly wind howled, making some howling sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling. The aura was quite powerful, shocking everyone in the world.
"Heavenly Prison Desolate Fist."
He mobilized all the psionic energy in his body. He spread his legs and pushed with his hands. A beast that looked like a demon from hell was condensed. It was eight feet tall, had a ferocious face, and a pair of bright and cold eyes, as if it were two beasts. Like a lantern, its huge body almost filled the entire arena space. Under Leng Huan's initiative, he stretched out a big hand of darkness and struck down directly towards Feng Hao with a fierce momentum.
Holy skills.
Although Leng Huan's cultivation was suppressed at the peak of the Martial Emperor at this time, but with his understanding of this set of holy skills, he was still able to fight it out at this time, which immediately shook the space and overwhelmed all directions. Many Jiuyou Mansion students below the arena showed joy.
The power of the holy technique was unstoppable. Suddenly, his power exploded dozens of times, and the entire arena space was shaken.
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